What is he supposed to do? When you discover that the woman you love has gone madhad a break with reality, at the very leastwhat are you supposed to do? How the hell do you deal with it?
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This is like coming into a horror movie halfway through the show, discovering it's real, and not knowing what to do. I see that now.She pauses, then cries:Abbalah Abbalah-gorg, Abbalah-doonHer tongue comes outcomes out to an impossible, cartoonish lengthand swipes spittishly across her nose. Well, he thinks, maybe on the Fox Network It's amazing that seeming calmness can issue from such a crazy cauldron of confusion and fear.I love you and everything is going to be all right. I love you,he says, surprised at his voice. Her tongue comes out, but this time it gives only a feeble little lick at her upper lip.
She gives a tired sigh, and her arms drop away from her husband's neck. Judy hasn't toured their bedroom during her rampage, and to Fred it looks like a cool oasis of sanity. Fred sprints the length of the upstairs hall with glass crunching under his loafers He can feel her trembling from the inside out. He sits down next to her on the bed, puts his arm around her, and simply holds her. His heart is hammering in his chest, his nervous system is redlining with adrenaline overload, and his mouth tastes like a burnt fuseīut he loves her, has loved her from the first week he knew her, helplessly and completely and without the slightest regret ever after, and now love guides him. He doesn't want to see how badly she has hurt herself until he has to. Her hands are clasped below her knees, out of sight, and Fred is glad. He can't see her faceher hair is screening itbut she's wearing shorts and he can see dapples and streaks of blood on her tanned thighs. The bed itself has been yanked away from the wall. The sheets are heaped in the corner, along with the pillow. Judy Marshall sits on the bare mattress of her son's bed. There are more streaks of blood on the wallboard beneath Behind the rectangle where the poster of the castle hung (COME BACK TO THE AULD SOD), the wallpaper has been almost entirely stripped away. In every case but one she has left the wallpaper behind the posters alone, but the one exception is a beaut. His posters have been pulled from the walls Mark McGwire has been torn in half. The coat of Tyler's only suit hangs askew from the closet's doorknob. The closet door is open and more clothes have been struck from the hangers that same spousal telepathy tells him she tore Ty's slacks and button-up shirts down so she could make sure nothing was behind them. Summer clothes are spread hell to breakfastjeans and T-shirts and underwear and white athletic socks. The bureau itself has been pulled away from the wall.
The drawers have been yanked out of his bureau and lie everywhere, most overturned. Ty's room looks like the aftermath of a rough search in a detective movie. And he actually believes this, in spite of his continued blind confidence in his son's safety Well, he thinks, carrying her out the door (her arms have crept tiredly up and locked themselves around his neck), I'm over that little misconception. Preoccupation with work was part of it a stubborn refusal to let go of the idea that things were basically all right was the rest of it. How could I not have noticed? But he knows. She's lost maybe twenty pounds since the last time I picked her up like this, he thinks. He picks Judy up in his arms and is appalled all over again, this time by how light she is. When she raises her hands to wipe them away, her fingers leave appalling streaks of blood Abbalah-doonThe tears course down her cheeks.
Ty's gone,Judy says.Gorg fascinated him and the abbalah took him. Nerves, heart, and mind, it wrenches at him It is an exhausted, lost sound that wrenches at him. Then her face cramps in a fresh agony of grief and she begins to weep. For a moment he sees gratitude in her eyes. She knows where she is and who is with her. Fred cannot call it sanity (no matter how much he would like to), but it is at least some sort of marginal awareness. She looks up at him and something comes back into her eyes. Her fingers look as if they have been dipped in red ink. She points toward the place where the Ireland travel poster hung, and he sees that four of the nails on her left hand have been ripped partly or completely away. and down will come Tyler, cradle and all. I was sure he'd be behind that one, if he was anywhere he'd be behind that one. Ty's gone,she says simply.I looked behind all the pictures I could.
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